Missing the train every morning at 8:52,Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,That's what I miss about you.

The new way that love had made me see,Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.The knowing way you used to caress me,That's what I miss about you.

You stole in with your starry smile exciting me,Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.If it's true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly,You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be.

The way you said I'd be no one on my own,Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne.The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home,That's what I don't miss about you.

I bet you're using your weary magic like it's new,Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.Presumably believing she's the last of the lucky few,I wonder if she knows she's being lied to like I do.

The way I only doubted myself when I was with you,Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too.Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew,That's what I don't miss about you